Venus Eaton is desperate to escape the abuse of her previous faction although she is unaware and unprepared of the ordeals of Dauntless initiation. She is a stranger to her own brother until he accuses her of murdering their mother, and finds out th...
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VENUS
I BRACE myself for jumping from the roof. When I do, my injured leg buckles on cue and I scrape my already cut face on the gravel. I want to scream in frustration. I didn't imagine our plan being anything painful.
Tris propels herself off the roof, and I hope the net is actually set up. Emily goes next, then Marcus goes. I grumble and jump off, imagining myself still in Abnegation uniform, jumping off this ledge for the first time.
Maybe I wish I could start again. Maybe all this wouldn't be happening. But I know I can't go back, and I'm snapped from my thoughts as I hit the net. Luckily.
Carefully climbing out, we wait for Natalie and Andrew to jump into the net. They do eventually and we head into the darkness. We pad down the hallway toward the pit, although halfway there a gunshot sounds. I quickly cock my gun and point it into the darkness, pissed. Emily pulls me back with a hiss.
"I was serious when I said nothing stupid!" She sounds like an older sister. I grin at that, through the throbbing pain.
"Whoever is there, surrender yourselves!" The voice sounds deadly familiar. I narrow my eyes, trying to see through the darkness. I see a figure holding a gun, and when the blue light flickers on, I clearly see that it's Peter.
Peter: the dick that tried to push me off the chasm. I still hate his guts. I want to shoot him.
Tris approaches him, and I can't help but follow her. Emily tuts, but doesn't stop me this time. Tris hits him in the nose with the heel of her hand, and he drops his gun. I flick it toward me with the toe of my boot and hand it to Tris.
"Maybe you would like to shoot him for me?" I suggest. "I mean, I've already done it and it gets seriously addictive."
Tris laughs wickedly and presses the barrel to his forehead.
"Pfft," Peter scoffs. "Like you'd actually shoot me."
"How are you awake?" I demand. Peter looks at me and scowls.
"They reviewed my records and decided to remove me from the sim, including Rhett." He shrugs. "Unlike you."
"Because they figured you have murderous tendencies," Tris decides.
"Makes perfect sense!" I add, nudging him. "Where are they controlling it from?"
"Or what, bitch?" He spits, clenching his fists and raising an eyebrow. I want to kick his face in. Oh, my God. Let me beat him up.
"What did you just say?" Tris snaps and aims at his upper arm. His scream is shrill and piercing and it actually makes me chuckle - then I press my lips tightly shut, realizing how cruel it must be.
"Where are they controlling it from, dick!?" Tris raises her voice, and Peter whimpers a little.
"They're listening." He says, glaring at me and then Tris. "If you don't kill me, they will. Get me out of here, and I'll tell you."
